Given how desperately P was just trying to get into the filthy stream by the WEBS lot, I think he wants to go swimming, maybe I'll take him to the Mill River somewhere in a bit, maybe Leeds?

Coffee percolating its way into my brain, listening to TVPs, wondering why people are so in love with their traumas. I've had one recently that's been quite obtrusive, but I've no fondness for it, it's not precious to me in any way, would very much like to get over it & will, more or less. Slowly getting more freedom of action, it's lovely, you should try it.

Peretz is lying on his bed, looking at me as though he finds me very very tiresome. Join the club, buddy.